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Bad rap, uh huh
Bad rap, uh huh
Now L.A. hip and N.Y. chic have been dancing lately, cheek to cheek
While Midwest good old boys like me
Should all be playing catch-up, see
Subscribed to the Village Voice in throngs
And Guess who gigs at Madame Wong's
Well, drop your pens and pant designs
And drop six words in your open minds
Who you trying to kid, kid?
To the Hollywood school, teaching everything's cool
Who you trying to kid, kid?
To the Greenwich Mockingbird who has got to have the last word
Got your head together now
Got a way that's better now
Who you trying to kid, kid?
Haha, say what?
Bad rap, uh huh
You save the whales, you save the seals
You save whatever's cute and squeals
But you kill that thing that's in the womb
Would not want no baby boom
Good, bad, laugh, and scorn
Blame yourself for kiddie porn
Convenience is the law you keep
And your compassion's ankle deep
Who you trying to kid, kid?
Wrap it in a fine philosophy
Who you trying to kid, kid?
But your bottom line still says "me, me, me"
Got your head together now
Got a way that's better now
Who you trying to kid, kid?
Are you ready for this?
You'll march if all the streets are full
A two-bit closet radical
No time to check the end result
Expedience is your catapult
Convictions make your skin to crawl
You act like you're above it all
You say faith is a crutch for a mind that's closed
You guzzle your crutch and shove it up your nose, uh huh (Woah)
Who you trying to kid, kid?
To my left wing band with their head in the sand
Who you trying to kid, kid?
To the might makes right playing chicken delight
Got your head together now
Got a way that's better now
Who you trying to kid, kid?
Huh
Can't understand those Christians, so you type us all in stereo
They're hypocrites, they're such a bore
Well, come on in, there's room for one more
Bad rap, uh huh (Huh)
Bad rap, uh huh (Haha)
So now you're mad, who is this guy to bake us all in one big pie?
You think I care? Forget it, hon
You've just been shot with your own gun
Bad rap, uh huh
Sugar Hill gonna need a pill
Bad rap, uh huh
Grandmaster Flash gonna get a rash